Goodnight Myself

“Within the winter’s silence, my voice sleeps.”
“My heart engulfed by burning sorrow is breaking.”
“Beneath the gentle twilight my tired eyes close.”
“Bringing me once more to the place I dream of.”
Though the sorrow burns my heart,
I feel a cold emptiness.
One that slowly breaks my already fragile heart.
The tears still fall,
For what reason, I’ve forgotten.
I can’t remember anymore.
Was all I had a dream?
Were the feelings of joy a cruel lie?
I’m lost, I’m empty.
So tired, my eyes will no longer open.
So tired all I feel is apathy.
Though the sorrow burns my heart,
I feel a cold emptiness.
One that slowly breaks my already fragile heart.
The tears still fall,
Even though the curse of apathy still haunts me.
My voice has now rusted away,
My eyes too tired to wake from dreams.
I’m caught in the twilight,
Between emotion and apathy,
My heart is now a dying star.
Yet the silence of winter lulls me to sleep,
The burning in my heart is a dull warmth,
The twilight my escape from reality.
My escape from myself.
To a place born of my dreams.
A place I faintly remember.
A place to finally find rest;
“Within the winter’s silence, my voice sleeps.”
“My heart engulfed by burning sorrow is breaking.”
“Beneath the gentle twilight my tired eyes close.”
“Bringing me once more to the place I dream of.”
“The place where I say goodnight to you.”
“Goodnight to myself;”